Wednesday, September 26, 2007

A friend had sent this to me from S. Cato N. Ca. When it arrived, the delivery persontold me that this should have been covered,because someone could have stolen the $$$$.

There was a time you could send all sorts ofcrazy things in the mail, with nary a worry.

I have a feeling it's not the way today!

M S EscherWho brought the bomb wrapped in business cards and stained with steak? Who hires a maid to wash his money? Who keeps politicians on the take? Who puts outspoken third-worlders in jail just to shut them down? Oh the lies vary from place to place but the truth is still the same, even in this town

Money junkies all over the worldtrample us on their way to the bankThey run in every raceWindego

Third Worlders see it first: the dynamite, the dozers, the cancer and the acid rain The corporate caterpillars come into our backyards and turn the world to pocket change Reservations are the nuclear frontline; uranium poisoning kills We're starving in a handful of gluttons We're drowning in their gravy spills

Their tongues are silver forksThere's a lack of wisdom,you can hear it on their breathWindegoIt's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bull They preach from the pulpit of the bottom line Their minds rustle with million dollar bills

You say Silver burns a hole in your pocket and Gold burns a hole in your soul Well, Uranium burns a hole in forever It just gets out of control

There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile He raised a crooked sixpence to hide a crooked style He won a crooked vote and smiled a crooked smile Windego

Their tongues are silver forks There's a lack of wisdom, you can hear it on their breath Windego.

Buffy Sainte Marie - 1991

(Note: the Windego monster to Cree people is like theVampire is in Europe; it's a metaphor for mindless greedthat cannibalizes indiscriminately for the satisfaction of only itself.)